KELLYFeeling the wind blowing your hair.Picking a road and going anywhere.We’re heading south.Or maybe west.We don’t know much.We’re making up the rest.Tear up the atlas.Don’t read the road signs.Driving for the sake of driving anywhere.That’s freedom.

SAMFreedom.

KELLYFreedom.Freedom.Freedom.

SAMDriving fast, the radio blaring.Windows open, singing like we’re rockstars.

KELLYCounting the miles as we go past.

SAMThe tank is full. The sun is high.

KELLYKnowing that every mile could be our last.

SAMJust watching the day go by.

SAM AND KELLYWe won’t look back.We never will.

SAMWe’ve come too far.

KELLYWe’ll drive til we hit Nashville.

SAMNashville.

SAM AND KELLYFreedom.Freedom.Freedom.

SAMAnd I’m almost starting to feel it.How she took a day and made it special.

KELLYFreedom.

SAMThe long highways.The cheap rest stops.

KELLYFreedom.

SAMThe last minute get in the car and let’s go.

KELLYOh, let’s go.Let’s go.

Pick a road. Pick a highway. Any road is going my way. Let’s go. Live it up with no complicated philosophies. No college, no career, No kids, no fancy house, no. Let’s go. Any road but the one we’re on.

SAM (KELLY)Kelly driving. Me riding shotgun.Just a couple girls out on the highwayWith no road mapAnd no curfew.Just two girls with nowhere we have to be. (Freedom.)Now she’s laughing.And I start laughing. (Freedom.)It’s so real and so like a memory. (Freedom.)And the sun is so bright that I’m squinting.And it feels like I found freedom.